Mingming really didn't expect that today would be his funeral.

For so many years in the capital mafia, he was an Ouxiong, calling for wind and rain. At this time, all seven disciples died, but he was humiliated by a descendant. How can he be reconciled?

With a roar, white hair dancing, the momentum of the whole body condenses again.

But just before he was ready to make his move, Su Rui had stretched out a foot like lightning and kicked heavily on the wound of Ming Ming's thigh, which made the blood gushing more quickly.

The momentum of extinguishing cohesion was immediately dispersed, and the severe pain in his...